<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848588</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:28:48.746-04:00</updated><category term='House buying'/><category term='plastic dolls'/><category term='rest in peace'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Whyisms'/><category term='Co-worker'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='sodomy'/><category term='Saint Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category term='IQ'/><category term='100 things'/><category term='Gaelic Storm'/><title type='text'>And The Award Goes To</title><subtitle type='html'>Well the title says it all. Doesn't it? This is my life and your welcome to it!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NeverEZme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504375669602430463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848588.post-7799622029222429198</id><published>2007-04-04T03:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T03:57:15.861-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IQ'/><title type='text'>Whats Yours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Testriffic IQ test" src="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848588-7799622029222429198?l=neverezme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/feeds/7799622029222429198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848588&amp;postID=7799622029222429198&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/7799622029222429198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/7799622029222429198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-yours.html' title='Whats Yours?'/><author><name>NeverEZme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504375669602430463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848588.post-2745110485830787285</id><published>2007-03-30T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T01:01:15.303-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rest in peace'/><title type='text'>Brighter Smiles In Heaven</title><content type='html'>Heaven will smile brighter now that they have a very well liked Master Dentist! My dentist past on Tuesday from a very rare disease called Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease or CJD. He was only 54. I met the good doctor years back when he started his practice in the small village I lived in. He was a kind and gentle man who cared about the people he saw. They were not just patients to him. I have a very large phobia about dentists and it took a lot for me to go. After the first visit with the fine doctor I found I was much more at ease with him. One night while I was sitting at home I received a telephone call and it was the fine doctor on the other end. He ask me if I could come over to his office because with me being the Township Fire Chief I might know where the slight smell of smoke was coming from. He didn't want to bother the rest of the department if it turned out to be nothing. We found where the smell was coming from in no time flat. His office bordered an apartment and when they cooked he got the smell coming through the walls. The woman in the apartment must of burnt a lot of food. LOL Well with my phobia and all I still found it difficult to go to the dentist as much as I should but one night I was in extreme pain from a bad tooth ache. I could not even pick my head up it hurt so bad. I called the good doctor and he told me to give him 30 minutes and he would be right at his office. When I got there he was there as well as a nurse also. He pulled the bad tooth and when I went to pay him he looked at me and said with all the help you do with the community "NO CHARGE"! That was the good doctor.&lt;br /&gt;CJD is a rare and always fatal neurological disease that strikes about one in a million each year. CJD turns the brain to sponge. Early symptoms may include anxiety, memory loss, impaired thinking, blurred vision, fatigue and involuntary movements to name a few. Death is usually within the year of diagnosis. It has been recognized since the early 1920's. It has a variant form which many of you may know as Mad Cow Disease Although CJD can not be transmitted through causal or intimate it can be transmitted by way of transplants of corneas or brain membranes if the tissue donor has CJD.&lt;br /&gt;The good doctor leaves his wife and 3 teenage children who got to spend time with him before his death. He was very well liked in the community where he lived. He had many friends. He was a very happy go lucky man. When he first found out at the Mayo Clinic that he had CJD he said "Well it sucks to be me". That is how he was trying to take the edge of of a bad situation. The good doctor will be missed. My heart goes out to his family and my prayers are with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848588-2745110485830787285?l=neverezme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/feeds/2745110485830787285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848588&amp;postID=2745110485830787285&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/2745110485830787285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/2745110485830787285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/2007/03/brighter-smile-in-heaven.html' title='Brighter Smiles In Heaven'/><author><name>NeverEZme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504375669602430463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848588.post-563648087465868665</id><published>2007-03-14T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T01:06:12.899-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House buying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saint Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaelic Storm'/><title type='text'>Saint Patrick's Day in Chicago</title><content type='html'>This Saint Patrick's Day my wife and I will be visiting her sister in Chicago. We have tickets to the &lt;a href="http://www.hob.com/venues/clubvenues/chicago/"&gt;House of Blues&lt;/a&gt; to see a great Irish Band called &lt;a href="http://gaelicstorm.musiccitynetworks.com/"&gt;Gaelic Storm&lt;/a&gt;.  We have been to many of their concerts around our area. They were in my city just last summer. We saw them in Chicago last year during the Saint Patrick's Day weekend at The House of Blues also. The band members include &lt;a href="http://gaelicstorm.musiccitynetworks.com/index.htm?id=5738&amp;sid=5431"&gt;Patrick Murphy&lt;/a&gt; the lead vocalist of the band, &lt;a href="http://gaelicstorm.musiccitynetworks.com/index.htm?id=5739&amp;sid=5431"&gt;Steve Twigger&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://gaelicstorm.musiccitynetworks.com/index.htm?id=5741&amp;amp;sid=5431"&gt;Ryan Lacey&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://gaelicstorm.musiccitynetworks.com/index.htm?id=5743&amp;sid=5431"&gt;Peter Purvis&lt;/a&gt;, and the beautiful &lt;a href="http://gaelicstorm.musiccitynetworks.com/index.htm?id=5742&amp;amp;sid=5431"&gt;Ellery Klein&lt;/a&gt; on the Violin.  A band called Oval Opus will be the warm up band. I don't know much about them so I can't comment on them. My wife is Irish so we tend to celebrate the day. She won't wear green, she says she is on the orange side of the flag. She is Lutheran (that is Catholic Lite, same sins only half the quilt). I think she has every Gaelic Storm song recorded on her Ipod. She has bought so many T-Shirts from them. I think she paid the fuel price for them coming down from Wisconsin, where they will play the night before their first gig at the House of Blues on Friday the 16th.&lt;br /&gt;We also plan to see the Chicago River turned green. They have been doing that since 1962. They use 40 lbs (18 kilograms) of green vegetable die and dump it in the river. It will keep the river green for several hours. We will also be walking down the mile (Michigan Ave.) Last year we ate at the Cheesecake Factory and I'll tell you they have great food there besides the great Cheese Cake.&lt;br /&gt;We plan on driving to Chicago Friday afternoon after my wife gets out of work. I work 3rd shift so I will be sleeping while she's at work. It is about a 7 hour drive depending how traffic is around the big cities. It's great that we will be driving to a different time zone. The time change won't make it so late when we arrive. I took off on Sunday night so we won't have to rush getting back home. My step-son will be taking care of our pets while we're away. He was suppose to go with us until he got the second job at Tim Horton's. He and his girl friend are buying a house. They say the housing market is going down hill right now but you can't fool me cause my daughter and her boyfriend, my brother-in-law and his wife are also buying houses this spring. I will be doing a lot of moving people this spring!!! Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848588-563648087465868665?l=neverezme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/feeds/563648087465868665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848588&amp;postID=563648087465868665&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/563648087465868665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/563648087465868665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/2007/03/saint-patricks-day-in-chicago.html' title='Saint Patrick&apos;s Day in Chicago'/><author><name>NeverEZme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504375669602430463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848588.post-5346366517543951837</id><published>2007-03-08T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T00:42:51.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Too Close To Home</title><content type='html'>Wow I can't &lt;span&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; what happened this morning in my neck of the woods. It seems a 17 year old boy went looking for his ex-girlfriend at her school. Someone at the school turned him away. The 17 year old then calls his ex and asks her where she was. She tells him that she is home and he asks her if he could talk to her for a bit. The 17 year old ex-girlfriend has her mother drive her to the school parking lot so she can talk with him. The mother senses something is up doesn't drive away but moves her car away from the two. All of a sudden the 17 year old boy pulls a gun and shoots the girl 4 times. She is hit once in the arm and 3 times in her chest. Then he turns the gun on himself and shoots himself in the head. The mother seeing this drives her car between the two teens. The boy is pronounced dead at the scene and the girl is now listed in serious but stable condition.&lt;br /&gt;Now let me tell you, this is just too close to my neck of the woods. Both my two daughters are graduates of that school. My stepson and his girlfriend live about a block in front of the high school. This is not in some urban jungle. This is an affluent high school. This school is not infested with rival gangs from the hood. It is a high school of mostly middle to upper class students. This is a school where every parent would feel safe sending their child to learn and get a very good education.  I feel for the parents of both children, what they must be feeling right now. The mother without knowing the condition of the shooter to put herself in the line of potential danger, all to protect her daughter. The police say that her car ended up over the gun involved.  The school went into lock-down-mode until things could be straightened out. The body of the boy laid near the car for hours. No other students were endanger.&lt;br /&gt;What we are now hearing from our local T.V. and radio station is that the boy had another ex-girlfriend previous to this one that he threatened numerous times. He repeatedly told her that if she was to leave him he would kill her. Looking back, was this an idle threat? Yes, she is still alive. What kept him from acting out his threats on her. We will never know.&lt;br /&gt;What is going through the minds of these teenagers now a days? Doesn't life mean anything to them anymore. Why is it that you need to kill because things are not going the way you feel they should? How can we help our youth of today, our leaders of tomorrow? What about the next generation of children? Will they be even more troubled? What is it going to take?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848588-5346366517543951837?l=neverezme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/feeds/5346366517543951837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848588&amp;postID=5346366517543951837&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/5346366517543951837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/5346366517543951837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/2007/03/too-close-to-home.html' title='Too Close To Home'/><author><name>NeverEZme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504375669602430463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848588.post-3964136709025565805</id><published>2007-03-07T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T01:01:10.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>When I Was a Kid</title><content type='html'>I got this from &lt;a href="http://muchadoaboutsumthin.blogspot.com/"&gt;STEPH&lt;/a&gt; A beautiful Aussie Lass that I read every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was a kid I wanted to be a police officer. To catch the bad guys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was a kid I got into a fight with another boy in sixth grade. We became best friends all through school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was a kid I fell deeply in love with a little girl that actually looked just like STEPH. No Kidding. We were never boyfriend/girlfriend though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was a kid I would always get into trouble chasing said girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was a kid I always wanted to be the class clown. It didn't get me anywhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was a kid we lived in the country and I would ride my bike for miles to visit friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was a kid I always dreamed of being rich and famous. Still waiting! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was a kid we didn't have video games. No one did. We actually played outside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was a kid I loved going fishing with my father. I still do things with my father. We go to Baseball games.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was a kid I couldn't wait for summer to play Softball. I still can't wait for summer so I can play Softball.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know these are not the big earth shattering things but writing them down brought back a lot of memories. Thanks STEPH. You Rock!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848588-3964136709025565805?l=neverezme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/feeds/3964136709025565805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848588&amp;postID=3964136709025565805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/3964136709025565805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/3964136709025565805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-i-was-kid.html' title='When I Was a Kid'/><author><name>NeverEZme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504375669602430463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848588.post-3826023301779749235</id><published>2007-03-06T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T01:38:47.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>When Will It End?</title><content type='html'>Today I heard on the radio about a 14 month old baby boy gunned down while in his car seat. He was in the back of a car driven by his mother. His twin sister was not in the vehicle at the time. She will live the rest of her life with a big void in it. A big hurt for her brother that she should have been best friends with. The police say only one bullet pierced through the car and hit the little boy. The bullet hit the little one in the head.&lt;br /&gt;What had this little boy done to deserve such an awful fate? They say it was a vendetta against the mother's associates. Boy I bet the shooter feels really proud that they shot that big bad little baby. They haven't caught the person that pulled the trigger so we don't know if it is a man or a woman. All I can say is that they are a coward!!! I not very bright coward. I say this because the get-away-vehicle was a tan H3 Hummer.  Like there is a lot of them out there. You can probably count them on your hand in my area.&lt;br /&gt;The police think they found the vehicle and have questioned a suspect but have not made an arrest. I hope the person resists and some one will have to put them down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news around my neck of the woods we have another really smart guy. He killed his wife by strangling her. He used his parents tool-and-die shop to cut her up. He reports her missing after a week goes by. He then cries to the reporters about her missing.&lt;br /&gt;Some one finds a zip-lock bag with latex gloves, metal shavings and human blood in it in a woods by the their house. Other body parts turn up in a nearby park. So this really smart guy goes back out into the woods and retrieves his wife's torso and brings it back to his house and puts it in his garage. He thinks that the police amy find it out there. The police say that while he is killing his wife they're two children ages 6 and 4 are asleep in the house. Fearing he is going to get caught he borrows a neighbors truck and hightails it up north to Wilderness State Park.  Police traced calls from his cell phone to the park and went after him. So the not so smart guy takes off on the run in only a t-shirt, socks, and pants in 14 degree weather (that is -10 degree Celsius). He is on the run for ten hours and police find him under a fallen tree. They probably could of saved the tax payers a lot of money and just left him there and watched him die of exposure. Which the doctors said may not of taken very long with those conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we as humans be so evil?Opening fire on a car because you think that they may have some one in it that you don't like. They don't even stop to think any more. To kill your wife who you promised to love and cherish. Why, because she went away on business trips. Here in Michigan and the rest of the world I think there has to be something done and done quick to end these brutal slayings. Gun control is not the answer. The bad people will still get guns. We as humans have to start to change. To raise our children to respect others. To respect life. We have given in to the idea that they are free spirts and need to grow without intervention. Is it the lack of discipline, the lack of compassion, the lack of an adult figure in their lives? I don't know the answers I wish I did. It is just so easy now to just kill some one because they either looked at you wrong or said something you didn't like or just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I didn't start this blog to get on a soap box like my loving wife tells me I do sometimes, I started it to just write about things. I would like to write about things that are fun and enjoyable. Maybe one day I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848588-3826023301779749235?l=neverezme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/feeds/3826023301779749235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848588&amp;postID=3826023301779749235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/3826023301779749235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/3826023301779749235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-will-it-end.html' title='When Will It End?'/><author><name>NeverEZme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504375669602430463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848588.post-120306348292107334</id><published>2007-02-25T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:10:11.254-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sodomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Update: This IS Going Too Far</title><content type='html'>Well it seems we do have a few intelligent people left in the world. The Circuit Court Judge in charge of the case ruled even though Michigan law doesn't explicitly define sex with a dead animal as a crime, but he does say that the sodomy law is to actually protect society and to prevent people from acting like animals themselves. This now has been upheld by two courts the District and now Circuit. It seems that they should just get on with the trial. The Judge also upheld the indecent exposure charge. The Judge wrote that it was irrelevant whether the patch of woods was public or private, there was a substantial risk someone would see him. Ya think!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way the guy was also ordered to undergo a second psychiatry exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would lie to thank all of you that have commented about this and I will keep you all up to date on what is happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848588-120306348292107334?l=neverezme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/feeds/120306348292107334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848588&amp;postID=120306348292107334&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/120306348292107334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/120306348292107334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/2007/02/update-this-is-going-too-far.html' title='Update: This IS Going Too Far'/><author><name>NeverEZme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504375669602430463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848588.post-3724898101975002029</id><published>2007-02-23T03:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T03:47:21.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastic dolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sodomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>This Is Going Too Far!</title><content type='html'>Ok I give up. Now I have heard everything! For you squeamish readers you may not want to read any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I didn't warn you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in my neck of the woods we have this so called human being that got himself arrested for having sex with a dead dog! He was charged with sodomy and indecent exposure, and being a sexual delinquent person, along with resisting and obstructing. He faces up to life in prision. YES! I wrote dead dog.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that he was a bit out of it when confronted in the woods behind a school. YES I said behind a school.  What in the hell is this world coming too?? This happened back in October of 2006 and is now going to court. Oh readers you haven't heard the best of it yet. It seems that his court-appointed attorney is arguing that the charges should be dropped. YES I said dropped. Why you ask?? Well I'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;She states that the police should have not arrested him on having sex with the dead dog or indecent exposure. Her argument is that the dog was dead, and once dead you no longer have what is known as an animal. The dog is dead so it is inanimate, it's not with spirit or soul. She says that therefore it is not criminal to perform a sex act with it. It would be like having sex with a plastic doll. Well all know it is not a criminal offense to have sex with a plastic doll or for that matter even for rubbing yourself with a bone. She goes on to say that plastic is made of fossil fuels, which is decomposed animal matter. So then everyone would be subject to arrest for having sex with the doll. She says yes heinous, but not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;On the indecent exposure charge she contends that the man had no intentions to be seen so he shouldn't be charged with indecent exposure, he had an expectation or privacy. Yea right!!!&lt;br /&gt;So I guess in her eyes we should just let this thing go! Let him back out on the streets. Oh and by the way he has a girlfriend. It was her dog!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848588-3724898101975002029?l=neverezme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/feeds/3724898101975002029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848588&amp;postID=3724898101975002029&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/3724898101975002029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/3724898101975002029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-going-too-far.html' title='This Is Going Too Far!'/><author><name>NeverEZme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504375669602430463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848588.post-7358342807351752009</id><published>2007-02-22T03:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T03:52:28.010-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>Ok now I have heard everything!! This morning I watched Dateline NBC that I recorded earlier. You know the ones titled "To catch a Predator". Well they were in Murphy, Texas doing their thing. I am so glad that they are showing all of this so the perverts can see they will be caught!!! Well lo and behold they get a 59 year old Prosecuting Attorney to start chatting and sending pictures to what he believes to be a 13 year old boy. He doesn't take the full bait and go to the house, but in Texas just sending the perverted pictures to a minor is a felony. The police get a warrant and go to his house to arrest him. He takes the chickens way out and kills himself to save the citizens of Murphy (the tax payers) money on a trial. In his house the police find three computers that they were unable to see what was on the drives because they were locked in such a way that they had to be sent to a special company to find out the contents. They think that what is on those computers could be worse than what they went there to arrest him for in the first place, but they really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;We find out later that his sister goes to the town council and complains to them that they should not have allowed all of this to happen! That they have acted reckless and that her brother is a victim! She also blames Dateline NBC for this. He never came to the house. He didn't even know Dateline was involved. Can you believe this sh*t??? All right I do feel sad for her loss and I do grieve for the family but wtf this so called man was trying to have sex with a young boy! His sister is upset that they caught him. She says that Dateline is responsible for his death. I think that the responsibility lies with his own actions! How can one blame anyone but the brother who committed suicide. The show before this one also had a few towns people go to the town council and complain. They said they didn't want perverts gathering in their town. Well guess what people they are there, and they are all around us. They just look like you and me. They don't have big letters on their foreheads that tell you what they are. You wouldn't know one if he or she came up to you on the street. They could be any age or sex. Yes! I did say any sex. You just don't hear of many females as perverts but they are out there.&lt;br /&gt;I for one am glad that Dateline NBC is out there along with the company called Perverted Justice catching these so called people. I wish they would come to my neck of the woods. I would be glad to let them use my house anytime they want to. Wouldn't any parent???&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll get off my so called soapbox as my wife calls it that I am on now and go back to my regular posts. I will leave the Rants label open for more because I do get on my soap box once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848588-7358342807351752009?l=neverezme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/feeds/7358342807351752009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848588&amp;postID=7358342807351752009&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/7358342807351752009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/7358342807351752009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/2007/02/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>NeverEZme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504375669602430463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848588.post-2523891935604618513</id><published>2007-02-21T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T00:29:03.174-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whyisms'/><title type='text'>Wednesday Whyisms</title><content type='html'>Ever Wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it that whenever you get a little extra money something breaks and what it costs to fix or replace is more than what you had extra?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it that your dog never wants to go outside when you do?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it that the phone always rings the minute you step in the shower?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it when you go to the movies you always sit next to the person who chews with their mouth open?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it when you go fishing you hear "You should of been here yesterday"?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it that when the price of gas goes down your tank is always full?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it that when you finally fall to sleep the dog barks?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it the candy machine is out of order when you want something?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it the person in line in front of you always gets the last newspaper?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it that the stop light always turns red when you get to the intersection?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848588-2523891935604618513?l=neverezme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/feeds/2523891935604618513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848588&amp;postID=2523891935604618513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/2523891935604618513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/2523891935604618513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/2007/02/wednesday-whyisms.html' title='Wednesday Whyisms'/><author><name>NeverEZme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504375669602430463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848588.post-6239276904590402344</id><published>2007-02-16T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T00:38:45.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whyisms'/><title type='text'>Why Is It?</title><content type='html'>Here are a few things that I have been wondering about. I think I will be posting more every Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it you can always think of a great thing to post, only when you are away from your computer?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it that no one is ever interested in going out with you until you have some one to go out with? Then everyone is dying to go out with you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it you never remember why you went to the store until after you get back home?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it when one thing goes wrong, every thing goes wrong?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it that when you buy the house of your dreams, the house of your dreams goes up for sale?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it that you always have one left over sock in the clothes basket?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it that you always fall asleep during the good part of the T.V. show you are watching?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it that everyone else has thought of your great ideas before you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it that when you are in a hurry the light is always red?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it your boss never tells you how good you're doing, but how bad you did?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it that when you take that big swig of milk it is usually always sour?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There you have it my first crack at WHYISMS hope to bring you more Wednesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848588-6239276904590402344?l=neverezme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/feeds/6239276904590402344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848588&amp;postID=6239276904590402344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/6239276904590402344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/6239276904590402344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-is-it.html' title='Why Is It?'/><author><name>NeverEZme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504375669602430463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848588.post-1287082097183608520</id><published>2007-02-09T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T04:08:19.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Crazy</title><content type='html'>Hmmmmm!!! Don't you think that you have to be just a little bit crazy to want to be strapped into a tin can, have way more explosives under you then you can imagine, and then let them set it off and propel you into outer space?? I was just wondering. Now they are evaluating Lisa Nowak, you know the woman that drove over 900 miles from Texas to Florida in a diaper to bitch slap her rival.  To see if she is crazy or not. What is even more crazy is that they charged her with attempted murder! They found in her car "rubber tubing, a hammer and a garbage bag" I think you could pull over any construction worker and find a lot more incriminating evidence than that. Granted she did pepper spray Colleen Shipman in her car. What I can't see is where is the attempted murder. Why didn't she use the hammer or the rubber tubing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I feel so sad that the T.V. Entertainment News Shows won't have Anna Nicole Smith to pick on anymore. I am really sad about hearing of her death. I feel sorry for her loved ones, especially her baby daughter Dannielynn. I just find it really odd that her and her son both just up and died like that. Go figure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848588-1287082097183608520?l=neverezme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/feeds/1287082097183608520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848588&amp;postID=1287082097183608520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/1287082097183608520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/1287082097183608520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-crazy.html' title='A little Crazy'/><author><name>NeverEZme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504375669602430463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848588.post-7989466716012006225</id><published>2007-02-07T03:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T04:03:17.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Co-worker'/><title type='text'>Ice Box</title><content type='html'>Wow it's cold outside. Yes I know that our friends up north have it much colder than I do but Wow! Still it is below zero for the 4th night in a row. It doesn't get any warmer during the day so I am told either. I work midnights so I am sleeping during the daytime. They say it is going to warm up in a few days up in the double digits! It isn't much but it will do.&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading a few blogs with co-worker problems. I think this is a growing problem also. Last week I ask my co-worker to do something and I would do the other . Guess what? Yea you guessed it I found out tonight that he was doing the exact opposite of what I had asked. You ask why would I care, well I 'll let you know. He is a new hire and had only been employed with our company a few months and he is just learning. You would think that he would listen and do what was asked of him while he is trying to learn the job. I am suppose to instruct him on what to do until he has it down. We tells me tonight that we should do it his way because change is good. Heck why bother with what we have been dong the past 15 years. The new guy knows what is best. I tried to explain how things are done and who we have to answer to and he tells me that we need to change. How are you suppose to instruct some one with that type of attitude? We are getting farther and farther behind in our duties and I couldn't figure out why until tonight. It is not that I wasn't willing to listen to him and do it his way. It is because a few years ago when I was the new guy I tried to do it his way and it didn't work. We got the same results. When I tried to explain that to him he told me that Well we'll just have to try it again. GO figure!!&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I are going to the HOUSE OF BLUES in Chicago for St. Paddy's Day again this year. A really good Irish Band Gaelic Storm is playing there. They were there last year and they were awesome. They were in Bay City last fall and we saw them at the State Theater. That theater only held about 150 people and it was like they were in our own home. We sat only about 10 feet away from them.  My wife is Irish and I am of Polish decent. My sister-in-law lives in Chicago so we have a place to stay. She works in the Sears Tower and lives in Printers Row in a nice Condo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848588-7989466716012006225?l=neverezme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/feeds/7989466716012006225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848588&amp;postID=7989466716012006225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/7989466716012006225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/7989466716012006225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/2007/02/ice-box.html' title='Ice Box'/><author><name>NeverEZme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504375669602430463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848588.post-5355295410594052649</id><published>2007-02-02T03:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T04:08:19.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things'/><title type='text'>100 Things About Me</title><content type='html'>1. I have been married 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;2. 1st time for 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;3. 2nd time for 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;4. 3rd time(is a charm) is still going strong for 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love my wife very much.&lt;br /&gt;6. My children are both adults now.&lt;br /&gt;7. Both are girls ages 30 and 22.&lt;br /&gt;8. Both from my 1st marriage.&lt;br /&gt;9. I have 3 step children.&lt;br /&gt;10. 2 boys 21 and 17, 1 girl 19.&lt;br /&gt;11. None of our children live at our house.&lt;br /&gt;12. I have 2 grandsons from my 30 year old daughter.&lt;br /&gt;13. My 22 year old is working on her masters.&lt;br /&gt;14. Wife and I both work full time.&lt;br /&gt;15. I live in the same town I grew up in.&lt;br /&gt;16. I have been all over the eastern sea board.&lt;br /&gt;17. Farthest west I have been is Appleton WI&lt;br /&gt;18. I love visiting Washington DC.&lt;br /&gt;19. I have been there 14 times.&lt;br /&gt;20. I have never been over seas.(I hope this changes soon (United Kingdom)).&lt;br /&gt;21. I have owned 3 house in my life time.&lt;br /&gt;22. I have moved only 7 times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;23. I was a Fire Officer for 11 years.&lt;br /&gt;24. I was Fire Chief for 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;25. I was a EMT.&lt;br /&gt;26. I am burnt out from the last 3 above.&lt;br /&gt;27. I still wouldn't hesitate to help someone in trouble no mater what.&lt;br /&gt;28. I currently work as a Skilled Tradesman.&lt;br /&gt;29. I am a jack of all trades and a master at none.&lt;br /&gt;30. I work midnights. (don't like it though).&lt;br /&gt;31. I have season tickets to the Detroit Tigers.&lt;br /&gt;32. Last year (2006) was the first time I had the above.&lt;br /&gt;33. I get these so I can take my father.&lt;br /&gt;34. I enjoy watching a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;35. Chick flick or not.&lt;br /&gt;36. I enjoy watching people.&lt;br /&gt;37. I currently have a huge Salt &amp;amp; Pepper Shaker collection that was my Grandmothers.&lt;br /&gt;38. Over 900 sets.&lt;br /&gt;39. They are currently for sale.&lt;br /&gt;40. I will use the money to help build my wood shop.&lt;br /&gt;41. Both my parents are still alive.&lt;br /&gt;42. We are very close.&lt;br /&gt;43. I am remolding my home with my wife.&lt;br /&gt;44. One room at a time.&lt;br /&gt;45. I broke my leg once.&lt;br /&gt;46. Didn't have insurance.&lt;br /&gt;47. Needed an operation to set it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;48. Took 5 years to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;49. I am a middle child.&lt;br /&gt;50. It only makes me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;51. I still play on a softball team.&lt;br /&gt;52. Can't wait to play in the summer time.&lt;br /&gt;53. Playing softball is how I broke my leg.&lt;br /&gt;54. I read &lt;a href="http://truewifeconfessions.blogspot.com/"&gt;truewifeconfessions&lt;/a&gt; every chance I get.&lt;br /&gt;55. I think this helps me make a better husband.&lt;br /&gt;56. I enjoy reading peoples blogs.&lt;br /&gt;57. The color of my eyes change almost daily.&lt;br /&gt;58. I am a romantic at heart.&lt;br /&gt;59. I fear death.&lt;br /&gt;60. I hit a girl in 4th grade.&lt;br /&gt;61. I swore I would never hit another again.&lt;br /&gt;62. I have kept that promise.&lt;br /&gt;63. I would do anything for my family.&lt;br /&gt;64. I have 3 dogs.&lt;br /&gt;65. I have 2 cats.&lt;br /&gt;66. I ware glasses.&lt;br /&gt;67. This I have done since the 6th grade.&lt;br /&gt;68. I was never in the service.&lt;br /&gt;69. I have an associates degree in computer applications.&lt;br /&gt;70. I earned my degree at the age of 45.&lt;br /&gt;71. I have never been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;72. I would love to live in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;73. I hate the cold. It is currently -1 degree f. Wind chill of -30 f.&lt;br /&gt;74. There are 6 men with the same name as me (first and last) that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;75. We all live in the same county.&lt;br /&gt;76. We were all in the same religion school when I was 6 years old.&lt;br /&gt;77. Only one was related to me.&lt;br /&gt;78. In 11th grade we played against each other in football.&lt;br /&gt;79. I was offense.&lt;br /&gt;80. he was defense.&lt;br /&gt;81. He was way much better than me.&lt;br /&gt;82. We won.&lt;br /&gt;83. He is a pro fisherman now.&lt;br /&gt;84. I have been on TV many times from my previous occupation(Fire Chief).&lt;br /&gt;85. My wife is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;86. My lucky number is 9.&lt;br /&gt;87. I has been since as long as I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;88. I am afraid of spiders.&lt;br /&gt;89. My x-wife use to kill them for me.&lt;br /&gt;90. My wife now is more afraid of them then me.&lt;br /&gt;91. I now kill them for her.&lt;br /&gt;92. I am allergic to penicillin.&lt;br /&gt;93. I drive a Pontiac Vibe.&lt;br /&gt;94. I live at the end of a dead end road.&lt;br /&gt;95. I need people to like me.(I don't know why this is)&lt;br /&gt;96. I love to drive.&lt;br /&gt;97. I use to live behind a golf course before that was the in thing.&lt;br /&gt;98. I stopped smoking in 1993.&lt;br /&gt;99. I have never heard anyone say a bad word against my father.&lt;br /&gt;100. I worry that no one will read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848588-5355295410594052649?l=neverezme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/feeds/5355295410594052649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848588&amp;postID=5355295410594052649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/5355295410594052649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/5355295410594052649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/2007/02/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 Things About Me'/><author><name>NeverEZme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504375669602430463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848588.post-8799848610363233230</id><published>2007-02-02T02:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T02:47:39.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogger</title><content type='html'>Well I have switched to the new Blogger. Hows that for a fresh start?? I don't see much different from old Blogger but I guess it is for the best. I thought I would do it now before Blogger Hijacks my old style blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848588-8799848610363233230?l=neverezme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/feeds/8799848610363233230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848588&amp;postID=8799848610363233230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/8799848610363233230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/8799848610363233230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-blogger.html' title='New Blogger'/><author><name>NeverEZme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504375669602430463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29848588.post-117040128701324154</id><published>2007-02-02T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T02:35:34.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New and Improved (A New Direction)</title><content type='html'>Well after a long dry spell and a few ideas later I have decided to erase the previous entries and start fresh. I have looked at a lot of blogs, I lurk daily at more than I care to tell. I hope I can post as often as most of the bloggers that I do read and I hope I have just as interesting things to write. Most of the time I will be using my blog to vent and relay my feelings about life, marriage, remodeling our 1935 Cape Cod style home and a few more things that currently have left my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I have had this site for almost a year and I had stopped writting about in July when I didn't really like the direction that I had gone in. I hope to start fresh on Monday and continue from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29848588-117040128701324154?l=neverezme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/feeds/117040128701324154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29848588&amp;postID=117040128701324154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/117040128701324154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29848588/posts/default/117040128701324154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverezme.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-and-improved-new-direction.html' title='New and Improved (A New Direction)'/><author><name>NeverEZme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504375669602430463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
